Hunter

Choices

Hunter

It's said in life, we get choices. You can choose between food, people, paths, or anything else life smacks you in the face. Can someone explain this concept to Mason? He tends to forget it.

His choices include doing what benefits him or suffering. I learned this when I met him in the woods with his idiot brothers. Yes, even Elliot was a certifiable idiot at times. I figured he was the smart one out of the five. It sure in the hell wasn't Charles or Carrington. Joseph's iffy at best.

His sisters seem like they have their heads on straight, except Christine. She enjoyed tattling on her siblings. She's lucky she's not doing hard time in a Russian prison, which brings me to where I am presently.

Mason wanted to get a message to the Frazier family. So, he had me and Zane deliver Mickey Frazier to the warden at a Russian prison. To conceal our identities, they only saw our eyes. The warden didn't question it since Mason sent us.

For a family so hell-bent on destroying people, they cried like little bitches. And Mickey was the biggest one around. He screamed and wailed when we handed him to the warden, along with an envelope of cash.

"You can't leave me here! I did nothing wrong!" Mickey screamed.

Want to bet? Your family hunted me like a dog. So, this is one mission I didn't mind doing for Mason.

"We take good care of prisoners," the warden said in a thick Russian accent.

Fine by me. Treat Mickey like a chew toy for all I care. My job ended when I delivered Mickey and the money to the warden. The warden smiled at us.

Here's what you need to learn about other countries. When they smile, it's not friendly.

The warden had no intention of letting Zane and me walk out of there. That's fine. I expected as much. That's why I devised an escape plan for this bullshit.

Zane and I turned to leave and started for the exit when sirens blared, red lights flashed, and all exits became locked. The prison went into lockdown, trapping us. Or so the Russians thought.

Guards rushed us. We disarmed and took down anyone that reached us, dropping their bodies to the floor. While the warden yelled in Russian, he made a vital mistake. He took his eyes off of me.

I stood behind the warden with my gun pointed at his head and pulled back the hammer. The warden froze.

"Tell your guards right to stand down."

The warden kept his mouth shut.

"I won't repeat myself."

The warden yelled to the guards in Russian. The guards backed away.

"Now open the doors."

The warden spoke to a guard. The guard pressed a button on the wall to unlock a door. I stepped back, lowered the gun to behind the warden's knees, and shot both. He dropped to the ground, screaming.

I grabbed Zane and headed to the door. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw the guard move and shot him in the head. Zane and I slipped out before running through the hallways.

Anyone who tried to stop us either got a bullet, or we dropped them. We burst through the doors and ran to the aircraft. Zane and I zigzagged our way in, so it confused the Russians. Once we reached the aircraft, we boarded, took our seats, and buckled.

I pulled on a headset. "Go! Go! Go!"

The aircraft lifted as the Russians fired at us and swerved to avoid the bullets.